I didn’t think it was possible to fall out of love with someone so quickly, but now all I feel is hatred towards the man I once adored. I refuse to think about the good times or the love and the intimacy we shared. I’m not going to search for him in the identity of my daughter. As far as I am concerned, he never happened. I won’t miss him or grieve for him or imagine how our life might have been. I am rewriting our history. It has always been and always will be just Nina and me. I am not sorry that he’s dead, only that it wasn’t me who killed him.
How every woman SHOULD react to their husband doing this
